Kenneth Godoy: Where Two Things Intersect, a Cross Is
Where two things intersect, a cross is,
like the cross between silence and light,
the cross of noise into words into any meaning.
I am a cross of skin and awareness. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: Where Two Things Intersect, a Cross Is”
Claudia Lehman: On Trying to Write a Christmas Poem
There’s nothing left to say that’s not been said
a hundred times before by better tongues
or fingers than my own, and maybe yours. Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: On Trying to Write a Christmas Poem”
The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing… to find the place where all beauty came from. – C.S. Lewis
Beauty exceeds knowledge. How, for instance, she could be so
unmistakably herself, here and now, with pleasant rightness, though Continue reading . . . “Daniel Hess: Visitation”
Darren Nisly: Morning is Coming
There are times in my life when a musical work and an idea of truth become intertwined within me. I cannot hear the piece of music without the associated idea entering into my mind. Continue reading . . . “Darren Nisly: Morning is Coming”
Curator 2020 Readership Survey
Over the past few months the Curator has been working to develop new mediums for art and literature. Continue reading . . . “Curator 2020 Readership Survey”
Written after the incessant playback of Cotton-Eye Joe:
Jan M. Eriksson & Orjan Kjell Anders Oberg & Patrick Edenberg
I’ve named you Cotton-Eyed Joe,
You velvet headed woe! Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: My Cheeky Mole”
Jeremy Troyer: The One Who Weeps in the Night
The one who weeps in the night
Weeps either for himself or someone else. Continue reading . . . “Jeremy Troyer: The One Who Weeps in the Night”
The Jester: A Jester, a Jab, And a Blessing
The Jester (the Fool) is free to play with words, ideas, and the world precisely because he is a fool. Not being burdened by great claims to education, writing experience, or intellect, I am what fits me most nearly, and in such liberty I write. Continue reading . . . “The Jester: A Jester, a Jab, And a Blessing”
Sheri Yutzy: The End of November
O beautiful desolation
The ice of emptiness
Trees bereft
Creeks heavy with cold Continue reading . . . “Sheri Yutzy: The End of November”
Lynn Michael Martin: Villette—a Book Review
This summer, having too much time on my hands and the libraries being closed, I prowled around my mother’s gigantic book collection, trying to find something I hadn’t read. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Villette—a Book Review”
Rebecca Weber: Reverberations of Language Shock
Some years ago, my dad wanted to be a missionary. He hoped to go out into uncharted territory and maybe translate the Bible into a new language. For several months he studied languages and culture. Continue reading . . . “Rebecca Weber: Reverberations of Language Shock”
Literature Camp 2020 Highlights
At the Curator, one of our main visions is to bring people together to discuss what the arts should mean to us as members of God’s kingdom.
Continue reading . . . “Literature Camp 2020 Highlights”
The veil slides off and the marbled irises behold,
The brilliance shafts into depths long dark,
Pain, sharp and cleansing, severs the murky cold,
The crackling blackness ignited by the spark— Continue reading . . . “Conrad Stoltzfus: Behold”
Lynn Michael Martin: Blessed Is He Who Cries Out in the Night
Blessed is he who cries out in the night,
Who sees and is not satisfied with peace,
Who will not sleep amid the world’s caprice,
Who knows that darkness does not disprove light. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Blessed Is He Who Cries Out in the Night”
Since I had never taught or taken an AP class before, I went on College Central’s website to figure out what it takes to make an AP world literature class different Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Not Marooned”
What ember sparks,
Alights your eyes?
It harks to mine and
Begs to hold
My eyes and warm them. Continue reading . . . “Anita Yoder: Hearth”
I take this walk.
Affection cold, corroded steel—
Company unnecessary—
Solitude an uncanny, joyful occasion. Continue reading . . . “Joella Wadel: Ill Gaiety”
Jeremy Troyer: After an Ice Storm
Outside my window, branches fall
from the ice of a long day.
The winter rains did not nourish them,
and now in the darkness, I hear them cracking Continue reading . . . “Jeremy Troyer: After an Ice Storm”
Tired ankles creak from the weight of the week
where we have toiled in an Eden gone mad with grief.
And now we sit on the rim of the night,
stretched bleak as the highway roads, Continue reading . . . “Phoebe Anthus: Friday Night”
The 2020 issue of the Leaf is now available for purchase on our website. It includes many original poems, as well as some that have been published on the Curator in the past year. Continue reading . . . “Leaf 2020 is available!”
